Chapter 614: Dispatch

BOOM—!!

An earth-shattering explosion erupted from the ruins. Two skeleton disasters and three shadow monsters tangled together, each looking like they had met a sworn enemy. The biting between the giant beasts was earth-shaking, and every move kicked up billowing dust.

At the same time, the five disaster domains expanded crazily like bubbles, annihilating all matter caught within them into nothingness.

Lü Liangren in the distance was dumbfounded.

Not just him, but everyone in the Red Dust Realm at this moment, except for Chen Ling, had not expected that disasters would actually fight other disasters... To the nine major realms of humanity, disasters were extremely mysterious existences; most people wouldn't even see one in their entire lives.

Very few people even knew that there were disaster area divisions within the Gray Realm. Who could have known that there were other entanglements between these disasters?

Lü Liangren looked toward the direction of the "Ghost-Mocking Abyss." At this moment, disasters were still crawling out from it continuously, spreading in all directions. If these disasters could fight among themselves, their pressure would undoubtedly be reduced significantly.

"Why at this time... and why the 'Ghost-Mocking Abyss'?" Lü Liangren fell into deep thought. "Who summoned it here?"

SHHH—

A slight crackle of electricity came from his waist. Lü Liangren took out his walkie-talkie and pressed the button.

"You finally have some movement. When can you plug those intersection points?"

"Not that fast." A deep, slurred male voice sounded from the other end of the walkie-talkie. "The Gray Realm intersection range is too large; there are hundreds of connected intersection points... Even for me, it takes time."

"How much more time do you need?" Lü Liangren snorted coldly. "A man-made Gray Realm intersection by the Jiangtian Sect will automatically reset in ten days at most... Don't tell me you’re going to wait until then to seal the intersection points. By then, the entire Red Dust Realm will probably be razed to the ground."

"Two hours."

"...That’s more like it."

"There’s one more piece of news." The man’s voice on the walkie-talkie paused for a moment. "The Fourth found a massive man-made formation underground in the main city. It looks like some kind of alchemy formation, and its range basically matches the area of the Gray Realm intersection."

"Alchemy formation... something from the Witch God Path again?"

Lü Liangren recalled the mysterious formation on the second floor of the dance hall and frowned tightly. "Such a large-scale alchemy formation isn't something one person can complete... Could this matter be related to the Wuji Realm?"

"We don't know the function of the formation yet, but this large-scale attack by the Jiangtian Sect is highly likely related to the Wuji Realm. I’ve already sent the Sixth and Seventh as special envoys to the Wuji Realm to negotiate with the Witchcraft Association and see what’s going on."

"Now is exactly when we need manpower, and you sent the Sixth Hall and Seventh Hall away?" Lü Liangren was stunned. "Then who is going to deal with these disasters??"

"One Lü Liangren is worth the sum of the remaining six halls... You can do it."

Lü Liangren: ...

"Sending them both together is also a double insurance... I’m just afraid of the worst-case scenario." The voice on the other end of the walkie-talkie was incredibly deep.

"You mean..." Lü Liangren stopped mid-sentence.

"How is that possible?"

"You should have heard some rumors about the Wuji Realm... In short, we must prepare for the worst." The person changed the subject. "Give me two more hours, and I can temporarily seal all Gray Realm intersection points. The task of finding the source of that alchemy formation is left to you."

"Follow the patterns underground; perhaps you’ll have some gains."

"...I understand."

Lü Liangren put away the walkie-talkie, took one last look at the five disasters fighting in a melee, drew a line on the ground with his eight-foot brush, and his figure quickly sank into it.

……

Jinghong Tower.

As Huang Suyu moved a stool and relit the candles in the lanterns one by one, a corner of the dim theater hall finally regained some light.

Kong Baosheng paced behind the tightly closed theater doors, his small, pale face filled with anxiety.

"The two gentlemen have been gone for so long and haven't returned... Could something have happened to them?!"

"Calm down, don't let your imagination run wild. Es... especially your boss, he does good deeds and accumulates merit; he’s blessed and won't have any trouble." Huang Suyu almost blurted out "Special Envoy," but fortunately corrected herself in time and said earnestly.

Among everyone present, Huang Suyu was the least worried about Chen Ling. In her view, the Special Envoy was a dignified Tier 8 powerhouse; how could anything happen to him?

Perhaps because Huang Suyu’s voice was so calm, Kong Baosheng’s tension eased slightly. He couldn't help but think that good people are rewarded, and Mr. Lin was the best person in the world. Surely, the heavens wouldn't have the heart to let anything happen to him, right?

Wang Jincheng, wrapped in bandages and braces, sat leaning against the door, his gaze occasionally glancing at the gray sky outside. His expression was heavy, and he didn't say a word.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK—

A series of urgent knocks sounded.

The three of them turned to look at the door simultaneously. Kong Baosheng’s eyes lit up, and after excitedly shouting "The gentlemen are back," he rushed forward to open the door.

CREAK—

As the theater doors opened, the sighing wind surged into the theater again.

A figure wearing a cyan theatrical robe, covered in mud and dust, stood outside the door, looking disheveled while carrying a large bag of medicine.

"Mr. Li!!" Kong Baosheng exclaimed.

"Baosheng, I bought the medicine for you." Li Qingshan’s voice was as gentle as possible. He handed the large bag of medicine to Kong Baosheng. "I didn't know exactly which ones you needed, so I bought all the relevant ones. See if it’s enough?"

Kong Baosheng took the medicine, flipped through it, and nodded repeatedly.

"Enough... enough! It’s too much!"

His face was full of joy. With this medicine, his grandmother’s condition should improve quite a bit... Just as he was happily preparing to go upstairs, his peripheral vision caught Li Qingshan’s empty back, and he paused slightly.

"...Where is Mr. Lin?"

"Mr. Lin, he..." Li Qingshan opened his mouth, his expression unnatural. "We ran into a disaster on the way, so we split up and ran... but we split up not far from the theater. He should have taken another road and will be back soon."

Li Qingshan had a talent for acting, but lying while looking someone in the eye was truly not his strong suit. After finishing this pre-planned excuse, he quickly changed the subject.

"Baosheng, go feed your grandmother the medicine quickly."

"But Mr. Lin, he..."

"I went on this trip with Mr. Lin just to get the medicine to your grandmother as soon as possible. Now that the medicine is in your hands, wouldn't it be a waste of our efforts if you delay? Go on, Brother Lin will be back in a moment."

"...Then, I’ll go up first! If Mr. Lin returns, you must call me!"